AN: Right, I'm back with another chapter gone better. hope you like it. It actually sucks cause about half way through re-writing this (I had such an epic new version of this chapter going!) and then I accidentally deleted it... -_-* yay... SO! I hope I can get the original going again and I hope you like it!

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Chapter 2: Good Bye

A figure landed on the concrete, looking both ways as another one landed behind it. He nodded to the girl behind it and they took off, running in an unknown direction. "Where too?" the male asked, he pulled his hood up and over his head, his horns tearing through the fabric to secure it. The girl, who was panting with exhaustion in her attempt to keep up, jolted out of her thoughts,

"I-I'm not sure, kurosaki-kun! The way Ulquiorra-san put it, he was going to pick me up." she replied. The older teen grumbled in frustration, 'Damn... got any ideas?' he inquired to his double.

'Why don' ya jus' conceal yer energy an' run ta tha next town?' he shrugged. Ichigo just imagined kicking the albino in the ass.

'Oh, yeah, cause we all know how great I am at th- wait!'

'Eh?' had the hollow actually said something right for once? The teen ignored him and slowed his pace down to match that of the woman behind him. He reached out and grabbed her wrist. The girl jumped, startled by his sudden intrusion upon her space, "Ku-kurosaki-kun?...um wha-"

"Inoue, this bracelet, it's made up of particles that activate when worn and creates a spiritual membrane around the user, allowing only the one who gave it to the user to sense their reiatsu, right?" he asked, examining it further. 'What tha hell are ya up to, King?' whispered the hollow, more to himself than the teen. Masaki smiled, already knowing her smart little boy had figured out a strategy, he had his direct blood line coursing through his veins after all.

Orihime was at a lose for words. Apparently his body wasn't the only thing to change... she supposed his brain must have had a seizure from all that knowledge being crammed into there at once. The thought actually made her smile, but she whipped it clean off her face when he looked at her,

"I guess... I'm not sure kurosaki-kun. Ulquiorra-san just told me to put it on and that he would know if I did anything other than our original arrangement. He also only gave me twelve hours to do as I needed before he came to take me to Las Noches..." She trailed off, realizing he wasn't listening to her anymore. His eyes were glazed over in a dull way, as if he was deep in thought. He soon snapped out of it though,

"Twelve hours? How long has it been since he gave you these instructions?" he asked, almost urgently. Orihime stuttered,

"O-oh, um... about, m-maybe seven hours.. or so?" and suddenly Ichigo's face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"That's great! Inoue, I have an idea to get us out of here," he let go of her wrist, speeding up again, "Meet me at Karakura Community Park! I have to take a few detours!" Inoue got it, it stung a little, but she got it. Kurosaki-kun knew that the shinigami that were already investigating his room were hot on his tail, but they had no idea she was even there at the moment. If Ichigo did get caught, at least this way, she would be safe and sound away from it all.

She nodded and quickly turned to the left, taking a different route than that of the ex-substitute, whereas the teen kept running straight ahead. Ichigo had a theory. 'Inoue's abilities heightened and became more advanced when mine did. So that must mean that their powers originated from my own when I gave off that un-controllable reiatsu before. It effected them, and in turn it now grows when mine does.'

'Whoa, whoa! I get tha' yer smart n' all, King. But yer seriously killin' me in here!'

'Deal with it Shiro... you should be used to this kind of shit by now!' The teen snapped.

The point is if she had changed then that obviously means that he had evolved in some fashion as well. And if that was the case, then he needed to get to him before the Shinigami did.

Thus the teen found himself in front of a one apartment 4B in one of the Karakura sub-districts. Ichigo still couldn't figure out why his brother lived here, the man hated being surrounded by large groups of people to begin with, why choose to live in such a surrounded family place? "You know I may never actually understand him?" the young ex-shinigami muttered to himself. 'Ah well, ya know wha' they say, King?'

'And what's that?'

'Tha world may never know.' Ichigo rolled his eyes and smiled as the door to the apartment opened and a tall, dark skinned male stepped into view wearing nothing but a tank, some boxers, his classic coin necklace, and... where those bandages? Well what ever, he was just glad to see the man.

"Heh, nice goatee, Chad... I like it."

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Sado had, until recently been enjoying a nice, carefree evening of drifting in and out of comfortable sleep. The last time he managed to get some shut eye that night, he had been violently jolted awake by the screaming pain running up and down his arms. He had tried every thing from Ice to hot water, anti-itch cream to even seaweed wraps! Nothing. He was pretty sure his arms had just gone through what women qualified as a 'Spa Treatment' and it still hadn't worked. Eventually he just wrapped his arms up in bandages and hoped for the rest.

By the time his arms had cooled off a bit, the door bell to his apartment rang. The odd thing was, the being on the other side of the door felt a lot like... 'Ichigo?' The older teen cautiously opened his door, and sure enough, his Pact Brother was standing right there in front of him. A wide smile, that so far had only ever been reserved for Sado, curled onto the younger teen's face.

Sado could already tell by his younger brother's appearance that he needed help, and Sado would be damned if he didn't give it to him. Ichigo could already tell that Chad was on board the moment he took a good look at him, "We need your help, Chad. Get dressed, lock up, you won't need anything, so hurry. Meet us at the Park." Okay, when Ichigo got dead, flat line, serious it was almost as bad as when Kurosaki-senior became serious. Sado nodded and watched as the younger used some, faster, version of the shinigami's shunpo to run off and he turned back to his apartment. Sado quickly threw on a red T, some blue jeans, and his western-style boots. He grabbed his keys, locked his door, and hoped on to his motorcycle.

The Large man revved his engine and took off.

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Ichigo landed with a cringe with Shiro screaming at him for putting to much strain on his body. He just rolled his eyes, taking in his surroundings. He had made it to the park okay, and Inoue was running over to him at that instant. She had another worried expression taped on her face, "Kurosaki-kun! Are you alright?!" His brow twitched,

"Oi, keep it down will you? The shinigami haven't exactly pinpointed our position yet, but they will if you keep shouting like that!" The girl paused watching him with concern, he couldn't be breathing that hard just from getting a little irritated, could he?

"Kurosaki-kun, I'm sorry, but what do you mean?"

"About what?"

"About the Shinigami..." Ichigo blinked, and realization dawned on him,

"Oh! Yeah, I just ran all over Karakura. My reiatsu is everywhere now, it should delay them for a while, but Getaboshi and Yoroichi-san recently joined them in their search, so they're probably hot on our tail again... damn." He muttered, checking the sky. He frowned, looking at the darkening clouds and listening to the distant echo of thunder getting closer. A sudden pain flashed inside him and for some odd reason, he felt... sad?

"I... hate the rain..." he whispered, barely audible.

"Hmm? Did you say something Kurosaki-kun?" Ichigo snapped out of his melancholy. Blinking away the dark chill that came with the sudden blackness of the sky,

"No. Just thinking out loud." She nodded.

"So you've been all over town, huh? Did anyone see you?"

"Are you hoping someone saw me?" he asked, raising a brow. He chuckled when she stuttered and he pointed behind him with a thumb as a motorcycle came vrooming into the park. Orihime's eyes widened as a certain dark skinned teen shut up the machine and got off. She looked at Ichigo and then back to the taller male, she smiled a wide smile and waved. Her wave slowed to a stop when she saw his bandaged up and now bloodied arms. She gasped as Ichigo frowned, so his arms had gotten worse. Well that meant it was about time they left.

"Sado-kun! I can't believe you're here! Are you oka-" she was suddenly yanked past the giant by a irritated orangette.

"Inoue, treating wounds can come later, right now I need your help trying to figure this out." and suddenly, the two got into a very, surprisingly heated argument on the subject of how they were getting out of this world and to the land of the hollows. Sado could feel one of those little drops of sweat forming at the back of his head as he watched the two. It was actually rather surprising, especially since Inoue Orihime never argued with anyone over anything.

Now, being a quiet man, Sado had plenty of time to think to himself, and had a large stash of I.Q points that he only ever shared with Ichigo hidden away as well. Thus he came up with a brilliant plan. "Ichigo..." He muttered, grabbing the younger's attention,

"Hmm?"

"Why don't you try pouring some of your energy into your sword and slashing it in front of you?" suggested the older. Ichigo blinked, then slapped his forehead. Why hadn't he thought of that?! THe albino inside his head snickered and whispered, 'Coulda had ah V8, shishishishi...'

'Shiro, you don't even know what the fuck a V8 is, so shut the fuck up...'

'Damn, are ya sure ole Kuchiki didn't manage ta shove wha' ever tha hell is up his ass up yours too?!' The hollow burst out laughing and Ichigo couldn't help but let a few chuckles out himself, Byakuya probably did have a stick long enough to fit up three people let alone two hidden away up his stiff ass backside. After that, the two copy cats were rolling on the floor with rib-breaking laughter as Masaki watched, sipping a cup of tea and giving amused glances to her two boys while reading a book. Orihime and Sado traded worried glances as they watched their friend go, well, insane...

Ichigo stopped and whipped the tears from his eyes, remembering Chad's idea he stood and reached an arm back, his hand wrapping around the white hilt of his blade, he took a deep breath and pulled it out. Surprisingly, just like it's sheath, the blade was a red crimson color, as if it was molten crystalized blood. Ichigo narrowed his eyes, this would take a lot of concentration. He was an arrancar now, one slip, too much energy, and he could lose control. He knew there was at least a second stage to being an arrancar, just like Shinigami had a chance to "Upgrade" their abilities to survive in a fight, Arrancar had to have something similar. Ichigo deduced, by that logic, that the "Upgrade" occurred similar to a shinigami's shikai and had something to do with the blade an Arrancar carried.

He was also going off of some hidden instinct as well, so... point is he needed to be careful.

He concentrated to the best of his ability and sent a small wave of reiatsu through to his Zanpakutō, he quickly slashed it across the air directly in front of him and sure enough, a black rift tore through the space there. "Perfect..." Ichigo purred in awe, his curiosity pulling him back into that deep state of mind in which he had the impulse to learn more about something. It was usually an impulse well hidden.

Ichigo stepped aside and nodded to his friends, the two nodded back. Orhime worked up the courage, and she ran into the dark gate, Sado following close behind her.

Ichigo was about to step inside himself when he heard them. He whirled around just as a sword slashed across his chest, tearing through his clothes, but not even leaving a scratch on his body. 'What... the hell?' he thought in shock. 'Imma explain later, King, A'right? Watch it!' Ichigo lifted up his blade and blocked the next attack, metal on metal scraping together. The shinigami backed off, setting a few feet between himself and the "Enemy Arrancar". Indeed, the whole gang was there, ranging from Urahara-san to Ikaku, and back through Renji to Rukia. Ichigo cursed softly, thinking this wasn't good. He had only just become an Arrancar, and the things he had managed to do he was doing off of instinct.

There was no way he could take on seated officer shinigami, let alone that of captain or ex-captain.

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"Urahara took a few steps forward. This particular Arrancar interested him, simply for the very essence of its presence, not to mention the curious horns it sported. As far as Kisuke knew, hollow mask fragments were supposed to be just that, mask pieces. This hollow also had an air of nervousness about it. That was certainly strange as well, a hollow's nature was always brutal and almost incredibly cocky. If Kisuke were going to go by Reiatsu levels, this Arrancar was by far the most powerful they had to encounter, his energy was off the charts, but yet... it seemed, afraid to fight them... afraid to get near any of them actually.

"My name is Urahara-"

"Kisuke... I know." The hollow cut him off. The shinigami became rigid, hearing a voice that eerily echoed that of a dear friend to their hearts. The Arrancar, strangely dressed similar to that of a death god, reached up with his free hand and gripped the end of his hood, pulled it back and over the horns, revealing the face of the young substitute soul reaper they all trusted with their lives.

"Hey... everyone..." The teen smiled weakly, a sorrowful tone ringing through his voice. Rukia stepped forward this time, her face one of shock and horror, she shook her head,

"No... No! It can't be!" Her voice was raising octaves and she fell to her knees. The molten gold orbs of the teen following her every move instinctually. She was his old friend, but... she was still a shinigami, they all set him on edge, making him flinch in anticipation with every move they made.

Several of the shinigami gripped their swords tighter when the saw 'Kurosaki' frown at Rukia. His face was instantly menacing and looked pretty damn cold. Ichigo blinked as he turned his gaze back to kisuke, he needed to keep himself focused on someone strong apparently. Seeing rukia, act so... weak like that... it set off an instant distaste for her that sent shivers through his spine, making him disgusted that he had ever had a 'thing' for the kuchiki woman.

"It's not..." Renji glared,

"Renji, you have to see the facts, Kurosaki's energy suddenly disappeared, or now more obviously changed, and there was no sign of him. Now we come to find that he was trying to make an attempt escape to-"

"DAMN IT! IT'S NOT HIM!" He shouted and launched himself forward, Ichigo stiffened, letting himself be tackled, and held down with a blade pushed against his neck. The orangette blinked in shock. "WHERE THE HELL IS ICHIGO?! YOU'VE GOT HIS FACE YOU MUST HAVE HIM TRAPPED SOMEWHERE!" Ichigo's eyes darkened, shadowed by his bangs,

"Yeah... Renji, I'm trapped... and I don't know what to do." He muttered, solemnly. Renji froze, his body starting to shake. This was his friend... his brother, and he had been turned into a monster. Taken by what they all assumed was Aizen and transformed into yet another hollow slave. Ichigo wrapped his hand over Renji's and pushed him up and off the top of him. He sat there, for a moment, trying to keep his hollow instincts from kicking in to full gear. Ichigo took a deep breath and suddenly rested his forehead against Renji's shoulder.

Rukia blinked away the tears long enough to look on in amazement; they all did.

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Masaki sighed within her son's inner world. She hated doing this to him, hated making him separate from his "Family" but there was nothing that could be done, 'Ichigo...' Ichigo blinked, his eyes growing distant.

'Mom?! so it wasn't a dream?'

'No, sweetie... I'm still here. But, you can't be, not in this world. You need to move on, you need to get to a place that can make you stronger, you need to find new allies, ones that can surround you, and protect you... Ichigo, honey... You need to say Good Bye.' Ichigo tensed, a negative energy suddenly surrounding him; his reiatsu intensifying.

'I can't... I can't! Not after everything! Not after-' Masaki gave a saddened look to the boy now standing in front of her, standing within his inner world. He gave her a desperate look, a look that begged her to let him stay with his loved ones. She shook her head,

'Ichigo... two words and then you walk through that gate... you can do it, I promise you.' she whispered to him. A single tear breached the ducts and rolled down his face, and Masaki had to catch a gasp. She got an old image of a young 5 year old Ichigo, crying about being bullied by others. That's what She felt like, in this instance, a bully to her son. Ripping him from his closest friends and even from his little sisters, from his father.

'Don't do this Masaki Kurosaki! You don't have to make yourself out to be the bad guy... You're just helping your son. There will be a time when he will have to fight those very same shinigami, a time when he will hate them just as much as he does. No... you're helping him by doing this.'

'Honey, you have to go now...' she stated softly, cupping his cheek, she rubbed the tear away from his sorrowful face, 'I know it's hard... but, there are more important things then your friends at the moment. You have to kill Aizen, you have to get stronger, hone your skills, and master the Hogyoku! You must harden your resolve... you must say farewell.' Ichigo nodded, understanding at least that much. She was right... Those things took more time and energy than trying to convince everyone that he is still their friend, that he still loves all of them.

'Thanks... Mom' he muttered, hugging her before his world faded out again.

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Ichigo blinked and his eyes cleared up, he found himself held to the ground by a number of Zanpakutō holding him down, a torn piece of Renji's Zori trapped between his fingers. He looked at all of them, remembering their faces, the memories of how he met each one of them, and the people they lead him to meet.

'Ya need this, King... ya can't le' yerself be tortured by them no longer, Saki-chan's right... It's time ta let 'em go.' This might have been the only time his Hollow was so, filled with sadness, yet so filled with anger. It wasn't even anger at the shinigami, at Ichigo, hell it wasn't even at the bitchy mother inside his King's head with him... no Shirosaki Ogihci was furious at himself for letting his idiot brother go through with this. But he was a hollow... they weren't supposed to feel anything anyway.

Ichigo hardened his face, letting it go cold to the point where he believed that Ulquiorra would be proud. "Sonido." The word just slipped from his mouth, he had no idea what he was trying to do, but his body was acting on its own. In an instant, he was standing back in front of the garganta, yes that's what it was called, and he smiled softly to himself. He was really doing this, he was going to leave and eventually in all the most likely scenarios hate the people he loved most. 'Heh... Life Fucks.' he thought with a mentally sarcastic laugh.

The shinigami surrounding him, tensed waiting for him to blow, but only received these few, heart wrenching words, "Sorry... everyone. I don't have anymore time left... this is..." he almost couldn't bring himself to finish it, almost couldn't bring himself to give in to what his heart was telling him to do. So he sucked it up, turned around, and gave the largest, happiest smile he had ever given anyone. It was also the biggest smile he had ever faked before,

"Good Bye." and he fell backwards through the garganta, letting it close, and leave his old life behind with the ones he loved.

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AN: OMG! T~T I am, like, crying in a corner right now guys! DX Like, I can't even stop! WAHHH! ITs JUST SO FUCKING SAD DAMN IT! *Coughs* Well, anyway, if you cried during this chappie please review, if you read this chappie, and you like how I re-wrote it, please review. I need reviews... they're like tissues... they make me feel better! Well, I hope to start re-writing chapter 3 very soon, so you better love it! XD See you all then, bitches!

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